17
Katherine
A waiter came by to cut the gorgeous vanilla cake with raspberry cream layers and dish it out to the rest of the partygoers. It looked delicious, but I couldn’t even eat a bite. I was so fired up from the party and the wish and the magic of our last night on the beach. I wasn’t even hungry.
I just wanted more dancing and singing and a kiss at midnight. Then Camden and I could finally finish what we’d started. The perfect birthday.
I walked around the others who were enjoying the cake and to my husband’s side.
He tugged me in close. “So, what did you wish for?”
“If I told you, it wouldn’t come true.”
He arched an eyebrow. “But what if I guess?”
“I can neither confirm nor deny,” I said with a wink.
“I’m a very good guesser,” he breathed into my ear.
“Oh, I bet you are.
